Preschool

My little Princess starts preschool tomorrow, and I feel like part of me is dying. I feel like my baby is no longer going to be a baby anymore. And it feels like I birthed this heartache. I cradled and clung on to this precious little one so much that I set myself up for heartache by not realizing that at some point she will not be a baby anymore. I feel like slapping myself on the hand! Arrrrg! don't be upset that she is growing! She is supposed to grow up and one day she will be an adult. That is what life is about. Growing. You start of unable to fend for yourself, so you are made this angelic little being that it is impossible to not love. Your parents coddle,  feed,  love, cherish, protect, teach and tend to your every little need.. You slowly learn to fend for yourself, and by that deleting one by one the things that you need mommy and daddy for. Until you can talk, walk, eat, sleep and eventually live on your own. And who am I kidding. I would not want to prohibit my child from learning these important survival skills! No one is attracted to a 30 year old living at home with mommy and daddy. So basically I need to face the facts. I gave birth to a human being that I have been blessed with the job of raising and teaching the skills of survival. That is why I am a Mom. To give the fundamentals to this beautiful being, so that she can have the most wonderful life that was meant for her.